I know love and lust don't always keep the same company.

You and I won't lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I'm unstoppable.

But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest.

You look tired." "Yeah," I agreed, and shrugged. "Near-death experiences do that to me . . .

I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.

You can have me the way i am — bad behavior included — or not at all.

But if you ever bring her back damaged again - and I don't care whose fault it is; I don't care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head - if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that, mongrel?